To the mother who is true love that has never been roasted.
🫀🫀 The strong heart of the family. 🫀🫀
I was the heart of my father, who always cherished, loved and cared about. I was there for my mother in everything. Whether it was helping with housework, earning money to support my family, or even cooking for my mother to rest. When I was tired, I often put my hand in cheer. When I was hot like a cold water to quench the heat, when I was crying, I was a warm arm to embrace and comfort.
But when I left today, I was the most hurt. My heart was half taken away. Tears flowing in silence were what my children didn't see. I tried to hide my weakness behind my smile so that I wouldn't worry. I held my tears in my eyes, but my heart was still full of nostalgia for my father that never faded.
Despite the suffering of my heart, the mother remained strong. She was no longer only a "mother" but also a "father" along the way to keep her children stable and moving on. The mother became the greatest pillar in the house, who protected, cared for and supported all her children.
My love is beautiful and great, not only because I am the one who gave birth, but because I am the one who endures, violates sadness, and keeps weakness in my heart, so that you can see only warmth and stability. The love I give you is an unquenchable light. Even if my father leaves, I will always be a "strong heart" that holds my family in love. This is what I have always seen from me.
Even the father is far away from the sky
Mom still stands with a brave heart.
Keep the tears behind the silence.
To power your children to walk every day.
Mom is a warm night light.
Meaning the moonlight shines, the heart never goes out
Even tired, even deeply traumatized.
But Mom still smiles so we have tomorrow.
My love is a promise.
To embrace you forever.
Both as a mother and a father.
Mom is always the warmest house.
With love from my child.
By Laure


















































































